Rated R for language

Phone

The phone rang. House closed his eyes. It rang again, House sighed. Third and fourth times he glared. The answering machine picked up and House glared at it instead.

"House?" The voice was breathless, but undeniably Wilson. "House, pick up." Panicky that time. "House!" A harsh whisper. "Fucking damn it, pick up the phone!"

House was halfway to the phone before he heard a "Shit!" and the sound of the receiver being dropped. Footsteps. His hand froze inches away from the phone. It shook. "Get the Hell away from me!"

A gunshot, the receiver being kicked across the room. Silence.